'Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be...Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.' (Erich Fromm)

Thursday, 19 November 2009

re City crawl [Poem]

Dunlop tyres,liquid headlights streak above the river Irwell - starlights of the soil

Below, canal paths are busywith end-of-day bustle,while the daily 9-to-5 grindwashes the faces of desperatedrivers, grinding to a halt in another traffic crawl

Every time I read your blog, I want to be in the UK experiencing all of this. The other day I was driving to work, and while I was driving through the bluffs, it was really foggy and there was lots of traffic, and all I could think of was writing about this daily trek that I had not seen the beauty of until that moment. When I came upon a man begging at an intersection, I felt a strong pull to write or even video tape this man. This is what your work reminds me of. This day when I was reminded of the beauty within consistency.

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About Me

At the moment this BLOG reflects a collage of my musings, poetry, short stories, songs and random thoughts. In as much as blogging is therapeutic for me - as one who struggles with deep depression and issues of self-worth - I want to engage you, my reader, in the adventure that is my LIFE!
Three words that best describe my personality and character are: bohemian, zany, and eclectic - or simply put - MAD. Many years ago someone summed me up by saying that I am: 'a square peg that refuses to fit into a round hole' - or vice versa. I work as a secondary school teacher although I'm an aspiring author and poet. I'm currently undertaking an MA in Creative Writing - which I'm enjoying immensely. In the future (around my writing), I hope to engage in Christian work and social projects that raise awareness and funding for the work of HIV/AIDS.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveller, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.

Design by Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,On a white heal-all, holding up a mothLike a white piece of rigid satin cloth --Assorted characters of death and blightMixed ready to begin the morning right,Like the ingredients of a witches' broth --A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,And dead wings carried like a paper kite.What had that flower to do with being white,The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?What brought the kindred spider to that height,Then steered the white moth thither in the night?What but design of darkness to appall?--If design govern in a thing so small.

Terezin by Michael Longley

No room has ever been as silent as the room Where hundreds of violins are hung in unison.

Poem (Untitled) by Catherine Mark-Beasant

The sufferer with mirthas his song – has he breathedhis last chuckle, or deaththrown him a lifeline?

Communion by Catherine Mark-Beasant

The ladybends both kneesand eye-balls

the erectionfirst a glanceskyward

measured,her lips embracetransfigured flesh

received throughhollow moistpharynx

Parody on Edwin Morgan's 'A view of things'!

what I love about kangaroos are their hoppity hopwhat I hate about the sunshine is its snarlwhat I love about the Himalaya is its grandeurwhat I hate about fire is its fierce facewhat I love about magazines are their tittle-tattlewhat I hate about religion is its stern poutwhat I love about Harry is his whiskerswhat I hate about Alma is her wrinkleswhat I love about diamonds are their valuewhat I hate about pearls are their ilkwhat I love about poetry is its ambiguitywhat I hate about horses are their hooveswhat I love about love is its truthwhat I hate about hate is its heartwhat I love about hate is its strengthwhat I hate about love is its boundarieswhat I love about Dad is his wisdomwhat I hate about school children is their smugnesswhat I love about Mum is her diplomacywhat I hate about black pudding is its colour, texture, smell, and tastewhat I love about the world is its vastnesswhat I hate about death is its uncertainty and finite naturewhat I love about the sea is its honestywhat I hate about the rain is that it's cold, damp, and wetwhat I love about time is its indifferencewhat I hate about you, friend, is your CD collectionwhat I love about distance is its power to transcendCatherine Mark-Beasant